I killed my sister.
The cold mechanical sound of the system is still echoing in my ears: "Bai Yueguang must be 'dead', otherwise the world will collapse."
On a rainy night, I dug into the moist soil with my fingertips while silently reciting Su Zheyue's habits during his lifetime. After dawn, I will use her identity to comfort the madman Xiao Wujin who is about to be blackened and destroyed because of her death.
At this moment, the "I" in the coffin is gradually turning cold.
Until Xiao Wujin gently sniffed the side of my neck and whispered softly: "Today's folding moon smells different from yesterday's."
He smiled, his eyes filled with madness.
"Then stay both of them and make a pair to accompany me forever."
I froze in place, with the bloody shovel from digging the grave last night still hidden in my arms.
